Say Less/We On Lyrics

Would of used a Glock, but I used the FN

Shooter twenty three, bitch, you gon' be a dead man

Why you tryna sweat me for a dollar I got a headband

You wasn't even home, left your mama, you a bad man

You can't back me down, she can pat me down

Police tryna pat me down, I'm tryna get her outta town

You can't fuck with me, you be dirty, I been told you now

Call the shots, beat the box, you don't need to worry now

Yeah, spin the block two times make sure they don't follow me home

Politickin we fitted, me and them boys tryna get it on

Said he want some chicken, I think about it if you leave me alone

Whoever my homie with, I be with, bitch, we on, yeah

Lookin' like he ate too much, goddamn

Wipe his nose clean slime bucket, that's the fam

Stickin' to the script, that's the code, man

Sippin' on wok, pour the whole can

Would of used a Glock, but I used the FN

Shooter twenty three, bitch, you gon' be a dead man

Why you tryna sweat me for a dollar I got a headband

You wasn't even home, left your mama, you a bad man

You can't back me down, she can pat me down

Police tryna pat me down, I'm tryna get her outta town

You can't fuck with me, you be dirty, I been told you now

Call the shots, beat the box, you don't need to worry now

When I'm pullin' up, it got me all convinced

Switchin' on your clique swear every time it hit the shit

You kissin' on that hoe, she ain't do it for her kids

I seen her actin' right, but I be knowin how she is

Yeah left her in the back of my mind

Fuckin' with your love, bitch, I ain't got time

All my love and feelings, I just put them to the side

Tryna run off with my money, I been on my grind

Yeah, spin the block two times make sure they don't follow me home

Politickin we fitted, me and them boys tryna get it on

Said he want some chicken, I think about it if you leave me alone

Whoever my homie with, I be with, bitch, we on, yeah

Would of used a Glock, but I used the FN

Shooter twenty three, bitch, you gon' be a dead man

Why you tryna sweat me for a dollar I got a headband

You wasn't even home, left your mama, you a bad man

You can't back me down, she can pat me down

Police tryna pat me down, I'm tryna get her outta town

You can't fuck with me, you be dirty, I been told you now

Call the shots, beat the box, you don't need to worry now